| Charlton Heston |
12-08-2012 11:57 AM |
A true story about my mother and coke.
Woken up at 1 am, by police. My mother crying saying I need to go take a drug test because she HAD A FEELING I was high on coke, keep in mind I was sleeping. Of course when the police came into my room they where not dressed as police so my first reaction was to grab my baseball bat and swing at one of them, cracking him right in his rib cage. Since the police where taking me to the hospital drug ward I had to receive a mental heatlh examination. I guess I am crazy because I spent nearly 2 months in the phyc ward. Giving me the wrong meds for a week, I beleive lithium and dexatrin, funny thing I was not on any meds. It made me feel warm. But finaly they where trasnfering me to the drug ward. They did not have a piss test though, they gave me one when they admittied me into the phsyc ward, however they COULD NOT FIND THE RESULTS. Sooo they let my mother sign me into the drug ward as a crack cocaine recovering addict. 1 month and several morphine injections in the ass to stop me from attacking the hospital workers later, I escape out of a van while they are transfering me to receive group counciling. Was a run away for 3 months after.
The best part about this is I was 13 and not on any hard drugs.
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